A Ode To My Beard

Hello people hows it been going. I know I have been gone for some time, but I have so good news(post coming soon later) and things in the works. But any who enough wit the small talk lets get to the post.

So as you all know I have a beard.  So I decided a couple months ago to search for some groups on facebook.  So while in one of my groups The Official Beard and Moustache Club of North Carolina I came across this poem posted by one of the members Trav May .

Ode To My Beard

What can I say but I am sorry,

I apologize for what I do to you,

my daily ruthlessness and cruelty.

What can I do but ask for your forgiveness

and your patience.

For someday,

I promise you, someday I swear

on the beards of the prophets

and on the beard of the poet Whitman and

on the beard of the president Lincoln,

I will not stop you any longer,

I will let you go free, I will take down

the fence around you made of sharp blades.

For someday, I promise you, I will let

you run wild through the valleys

of my face like a stallion, I will let you

wander over the desert of my face

like a holy man in his vision of heaven

and hell, I will let you grow, blossom

and flourish, and I will stroke you

and comb you and keep you orderly

and free of knots and tangles,

and you in turn will make me look

distinguished, a wise old man as I stroke

you looking serious, looking as though

I were thinking deep thoughts about

life and death.

But I will be thinking

only about you, my beard, my second face,

and this will be our secret.

J.R.

Solonche